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Four years ago, for Winter Veil 2013, Erinys created for me a beautiful set of outfits inspired by the Tauren creation myths found on scrolls hanging in the big tent on Elder Rise in Thunder Bluff. Ever since then, I’ve been wanting to actually make those kits in-game for my characters to wear. Although I haven’t created them exactly as Erinys originally designed them, I think that the changes I’ve made are consistent with her vision.

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Before the Age of Memory, the gentle Earthmother breathed upon the golden mists of dawn. Where the amber clouds came to rest, there were endless fields of flowing wheat and barley. This was the basin of her works – the great basket of life and hope.

Endless fields of flowing wheat and barley
Erinys wrote: This is built around one of my favourite items in-game, the conifer cone staff. In my head, the Greatmother is a Shaman so this outfit had to be mail.

Crown of Flame (H), Mantle of the Golden Forest, Khan’s chestpiece, Engraved Girdle, Valorous Earthshatter Kilt, Bloodlust Gauntlets, De’rizu Greaves, Amber Filigreed Doublet, Conifer Cone Staff


Crown of Flame (N), Mantle of the Golden Forest, Khan’s chestpiece, Engraved Girdle, Valorous Earthshatter Kilt, Bloodlust Gauntlets, Amber Filigreed Doublet, Giant Club, Sternhorn’s Shield
Unfortunately, in the current Legion weapon paradigm, Shaman don’t use staves. I’ve made this kit in Resto spec so I could use this club, which seemed like a reasonable substitution, and I’ve picked a quintessentially Tauren shield design to go with it.

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The Earthmother, her heart heavy with her children’s plight, could not bear to watch them fall from grace. In her grief, she tore out her eyes and set them spinning across the endless, starry skies. An’she and Mu’sha, seeking to ease the other’s sorrow, could only chase each other’s faint glow across the sky. The twins still chase one another with every turning of the world.

The Twins: An’she
Erinys wrote: I decided against going for the obvious golds and yellows, choosing to focus more on the dawning and setting sun, those delicate shades which paint the whole sky with just some subtle hints of gold to suggest the sun at its midday peak. The Sun had to be plate, whether I was influenced by those lines from Shakespeare’s Richard III,

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;

or perhaps I’ve just pvped too much but it makes me think of arrogant warriors and paladins charging into battle.

Crown of Empowered Fate, Pauldrons of the Souleater, Commander’s Armour, Belt of the Seven Seals, Triton Legplates, Gauntlets of the Righteous Champion, Gothic Sabatons, Amber Filigreed Doublet, Ashkandi, Greatsword of the Brotherhood


Crown of Empowered Fate, Pauldrons of the Souleater, Commander’s Armour, Belt of the Seven Seals, Triton Legplates, Gothic Plate Gauntlets, Avenger’s Greaves, Amber Filigreed Doublet, Cataclysm’s Edge
The gloves Erinys chose drop from an AQ40 optional boss that is even now very difficult to solo due to its mechanics. So I swapped sets for the gloves and the boots.
Because of Mr Rossi at Blizzard Watch, I think of Ashkandi as a Warrior weapon. So I used this sword instead because it has colors that gorgeously coordinate with the rest of this ensemble and I’ve long wanted to use it for a Ret Paladin kit.

The Twins: Mu’sha
Erinys wrote: This could only be a cloth transmogrification with the Mooncloth Robe at its heart.

Moonsoul Crown, Aurora Mantle, Mooncloth Robe, Relentless Gladiator’s Cord of Salvation, Safeguard Gloves, White Tuxedo Shirt, Redemption


Moonsoul Crown, Aurora Mantle, Mooncloth Robe, Warmongering Gladiator’s Satin Gloves, White Swashbuckler’s Shirt, Staff of the Faithful
At the time that Erinys designed this outfit, the Safeguard Gloves were the closest to all-white gloves that were available. I even farmed them up specifically so that I could later make this kit. In the interim, however, these bright white gloves became available.
This robe has always been difficult to find a good belt for because it really looks better without one. I think Erinys picked a great belt for her original design — but now that belts can be hidden, hiding the belt was definitely what this outfit wanted.

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This tale speaks of how the Earthmother gave the Shu’halo the love of the hunt. The Tauren became great hunters, but one spirit eluded them, Apa’ro, the white stag (called Malorne by the Night Elves.) The Tauren hunted Apa’ro to the ends of Azeroth, and finally the stag fled into the heavens. where his great antlers became tangled in the starts. As the moon, (Mu’sha) chased her brother across the skies, she saw the helpless stag, and immediately fell in love with him.

The White Stag
Erinys wrote: The fact that Malorne’s a Druidic icon, so to speak, meant that this set had to be leather. We know that he is a pure white stag so the Boneshredder set seemed like the perfect starting point for this.

Crown of the Forest Lord, Boneshredder Shoulderguards, Boneshredder Jerkin, Heraldic Belt, Jinxed Hoodoo Kilt, Boneshredder Gloves, Dreamer’s Dragonstaff


Crown of the Forest Lord, Pauldrons of Malorne, Boneshredder Jerkin, Moss Cinch, Jinxed Hoodoo Kilt, Ghostwalker Gloves, Conifer Cone Staff
Because I couldn’t use the Conifer Cone Staff in the Earthmother kit, I decided to use it in the Malorne kit, instead. Then this belt seemed like a good addition, to pull in a little bit more of that orange from the eye in the staff. I felt like this Malorne-themed kit should have something from the Druid tier set named for Malorne, so I’ve put in those shoulders.

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Thank you so very very much again, Erinys! ❤

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Kerisa leveled to 80 with BTH’s only male Tauren character, a Warrior named Watha*. I imagined them as a betrothed couple. They were wed at the end of the Northrend campaign, after the defeat of the Lich King and shortly before the beginning of the Cataclysm. Their daughter was born a little bit over a year later, in the Grove of Aessina on the slopes of Mount Hyjal .


This dress is based on a Lakota/Cherokee woman’s dress from around 1825, and the baby carrier is based on one made by the Dakota around 1840.

Perhaps because her mother spent so much time in Moonkin form while she was in utero**, Kerisa’s daughter has displayed a remarkable affinity for Moonkin form herself. She began attempting the transformation almost as soon as she could walk. Kerisa was shocked, then astonished, then delighted the first time she saw her daughter toddling around with feathered arms.


For the background, imagine the interior of a Pandaren inn, with Watha sitting on the side of one of those oval Pandaren couch-beds

The child had mastered the shapeshift by the time she was four***. When Kerisa arrived at the Dreamgrove, she was profoundly relieved to discover that other Druids’ children are similarly affected — and her daughter hooted with glee when she was introduced to the Moonkin School.


One afternoon, Kerisa’s daughter came home from Moonkin School with a parchment from Taronn Redfeather announcing that the next week, he would be taking the children on a field trip to the Moonkin Festival in Moonglade. Interested parents were also invited to attend.

Kerisa was surprised. In her years of studying moonkin, she’d learned that every four years or so, the moonkin tribes of Kalimdor gathered in Moonglade for an event that seemed somewhat similar to the Orcs of Draenor’s Kosh’harg. As a courtesy to the moonkin, the leaders of Nighthaven always closed Moonglade to all others for the two or three days of the event. Even Druids who took Moonkin form as their preferred shapeshift weren’t allowed. What had changed?

“The Legion”, said Taronn simply, when she inquired. Then he elaborated. “As this is now the third time the Legion has encroached upon this world in force, the moonkin tribes have concluded that they need to encourage friendly relations between their hatchlings and other peoples. They want the other peoples of Azeroth to see their people — not just Druids who emulate their form and powers — as helpful allies. Therefore, they are opening one day only of the gathering to the other races. From what I understood, this part of the gathering, this cultural exchange event for the hatchlings, will be held annually from now on — though the rest of the festivities will continue to be held only every fourth year.”

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Though Kelilla had heard of the mass Gnome run from Gnomeregan to Booty Bay that had been occurring in mid-October for the past several years, she had never yet done it herself. The more she heard about it, though, the more interested she became in participating, so she spent the last year training for it. Finally, the day of the great race arrived…


I did the run twice: first with a new character created on Scarlet Crusade to join one of the official Running of the Gnomes guilds and be part of the “real thing” event, then again with Kelilla. To try to make my character stand out a bit, I gave her the “old” face and took her to the barbershop in Ironforge to get the “punky” haircut. I was rather delighted, however, to find someone else who had also chosen the “old” face!


I made this new Gnome a Priest because healing is the goal of the “real thing” event and because I thought the white and light blue robes of a Priest would look nice with the pink tabard and shirt.


Kelilla got into the spirit, too, dyeing her hair pink and changing her usual green SAFE uniform for a red equivalent.

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When Argus first appeared in the skies on the 8th, Dalaran became an anxious place. Concerned Citizens clustered around the guards, asking for answers about what was happening. I ran through many of the shops, trying to find as many different quotes from the inhabitants of Dalaran as I could. A few days later, it occurred to me that I hadn’t gone into the First Aid shop yet. This is what I saw:

A few Dalaran Citizens were sitting near the back of the shop; when I clicked on them, they each had a debuff called “Inexplicable Feeling: Not feeling quite right”.

The next week, the 15th, the Concerned Citizens pestering the guards had been joined by Scared Citizens. Some of the Scared Citizens were fearfully running around the streets.

I made rounds of the city to see if the shopkeepers were saying any new and different things; they were. When I visited the First Aid shop, this is what I saw:

The previous week, I hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary as I approached the shop, but this week, there were ill-looking people gathering around the entrance:

This week, on the 22nd, some of the residents of Dalaran had become Terrified Citizens — some running around and others too frightened to do anything but cower in corners. I observed more new and different quotes from the shopkeepers; several of them talk about having a rush of customers or getting low on supplies.

The First Aid shop and the street around it had become even more crowded:

I stood around by the First Aid shop for quite a long time while I was writing up this post, and I saw the afflicted citizens say a variety of things:
“I… I don’t feel well.”
“Is it normal to see stars?”
“Please. You have to help us.”
“I feel it coming on again…”
“This has to end. I can’t take much more of this.”
“They say it’s all in your head, but this… this is different. I swear!”

What is going on here?

Even more curious, why haven’t I seen much of anything about this subplot of the pre-Patch 7.3 event on Wowhead yet? There’s a screenshot of the first few afflicted citizens sitting in the First Aid shop in the “Patch 7.3 Foreshadowing” post that Wowhead made on the 8th, but don’t think I’ve seen anything about the continuing developments and buildup of the Patch 7.3 foreshadowing in Dalaran since then. Maybe they just weren’t able to datamine anything about what this developing medical crisis is leading up to?

Or is this perhaps related to the Whispers of a Frightened World? I haven’t done that scenario yet because I haven’t been able to find the breadcrumb for it with either Kamalia or Kaelinda. Perhaps I’m not getting it because I haven’t been to the Broken Shore and done any of the Legionfall stuff yet?

I wonder what will happen in Dalaran next week when Patch 7.3 launches…?

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The burned-out husk of a world appeared suddenly in the sky. Though she didn’t know exactly how it had come to be there, the Underpowered Death Knight suspected that it had something to do with the activities of the Big Damn Heroes in the Broken Isles.

So she went to Dalaran.

Anxiety filled the floating city.

So did Draenei, conversing in excited tones.






So the ruined world was the Draenei homeworld, Argus, then? But how had it gotten to be looming over Azeroth?

And the Doomsayers were back, apparently feeling very Validated by this turn of events.

The first Doomsayer she talked to handed her a pamphlet. It was not the same as the pamphlets the Doomsayers had been handing out before the Legion Invasions began, a year ago. The Underpowered Death Knight decided to wait around and see how many different pamphlets she could collect, and compare the new pamphlets to to the ones she had collected last year.

A few were obvious sequels to the previous pamphlets.





The others did not correspond so well, but she matched them up as best she could.







She hoped that Archmage Khadgar and the Order Hall leaders knew what they were doing…

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It was fun to discover this stuff for myself on Tuesday afternoon/evening, before Wowhead and Blizzard Watch made their posts about it. This is just a pre-patch event, but it feels more like a pre-expansion event!

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I’ve now updated the image links in all of the Underpowered Death Knight posts and given them their own section on the Stories page.

Previously: Scenes from the Auction House dance party

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During the first year of this blog, I wrote a story about my Forsaken Mage, Kivrinne, defining for myself how I could play a Forsaken character that I was comfortable with when I was so generally un-comfortable with Forsaken culture as presented in the quests and zones centered on that race. Kivrinne is a bit of an eccentric, a bit of a rebel. She is an alchemist and an Apothecary, but unlike her colleagues, her main goal in (un)life is to find a true cure for the effects of the Plague.

When Cataclysm launched, I started playing through the updated Forsaken zones with Kivrinne, intending to write a story about her reactions to them as a follow-up to the previous story. By the time I finished Hillsbrad Foothills, however, I was so thorougly sickened by the New Forsaken that I couldn’t go on. I started the story, but didn’t get any farther than a few opening paragraphs that are now part of “Two Sisters, Two Curses”.

So I don’t really know much about what the Forsaken are up to in Arathi Highlands or the Hinterlands. I did play through Western and Eastern Plaguelands, however — with my Paladin, who wanted to do the Argent Crusade storylines there. Along the way, Karaelia encountered Argent Apothecary Judkins at the Plaguewood Tower. She knew right away that Kivrinne and Judkins needed to meet…

Although I only recently rediscovered these screenshots while looking through my screenshot library for other pictures in the process of updating image links, I think we may safely assume that for the past several years, Kivrinne has divided her time between her Undercity laboratory and Apothecary Judkins’ camp at Plaguewood Tower.

Even with a common life goal, there are many other aspects to a successful marriage, and so Kivrinne found her desired Relationship with Apothecary Judkins to be more challenging than she had initially naievely thought it would be.

Kivrinne’s apparent age has been a major obstacle. Although Kivrinne’s mind may now be reasonably mature, her body is stuck at the age she was when she Died to the Plague. When I originally wrote Kivrinne’s story, she was fifteen when she Died. Later, when I was trying to work out the timeline for her to be one of the youngest in a very large family whose eldest sibling had gone into Gilneas just before the closing of the Greymane Wall, I realized that she would have to be somewhat older. Starting an apprenticeship is an important part of Kivrinne’s story, however, so Kivrinne still needs to be quite young. I think that now I might retcon Kivrinne’s age at the beginning of her story to be eighteen or nineteen. Eighteen or nineteen is not quite as immature as fifteen, but it still would have given an ethical sort like Judkins — whose bodily age at time of Death is unknown, but probably well into adulthood — a pause to have this apparently very young girl pursuing him. He would have spent a certain amount of time rather strenuously trying to discourage her on the basis of the disparity in their bodily ages.

After that initial burst of infatuation wore off, Kivrinne was a bit surprised to realize that she had to figure out if she wanted to be friends with this fellow, let alone more. Fortunately, as she got to know him better, she did. Still, there have been quarrels, not infrequently about how best to approach that common life goal.

I’m not quite sure yet if Kivrinne’s relationship with Judkins would have actually progressed as far as marriage, though. Partly this is because I’m not quite sure what the general attitude of Forsaken culture is toward establishing new marriages (as opposed to maintaining old pre-Plague marriages). Partly this is because even though Judkins is a very minor NPC, I still hestitate to officially declare that my PC is RP-married to an actual in-game questgiver NPC.

Now, when am I going to find the time to level Kivrinne up into Northrend and get her to Friendly with the Argent Crusade so that I can make her an “Argent Apothecary Kivrinne” outfit…?

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The morning sun filtering through the curtains of the suite of rooms which she’d been given in the Hall of the Guardian awakened Kaelinda from a jumbled dream of Silvermoon before Arthas, Silvermoon after Arthas, the Dawnstrider estate in Eversong Woods, and a certain someone* waiting for her to come home again. Sighing, she slid out of bed, tidying the bedclothes with an unvocalized handflick cantrip that she had been doing for so much of her life that she did it now without even consciously thinking about it. After bathing, dressing, and eating a simple breakfast of fruit, nuts, and quark** that she kept stored in her rooms, she went downstairs to the morning meeting of the Council of Tirisgarde.

Kaelinda was not entirely comfortable with her role as the First Conjurer of the renewed Order of Tirisgarde. It had only been a few short years ago that the Magisters of Silvermoon had granted her the rank of Magistrix, after all, and she hadn’t yet taken on even one apprentice. Until the Council was able to determine the cause of and cure for Meryl Felstorm’s debilitating illness, however, she would have to take his place.

First, the Council received the daily petition from an Emissary from one of the peoples of the Broken Isles. Next, Archmage Melis reviewed the notices she’d received in the past day about errands that required the skills of the other Archmages of the Council. They usually ended up assigning those errands to Kalec, Ravandwyr, Esara, or Millhouse, while Kaelinda requested that Archmage Modera accompany her. Then the Council discussed with Grand Conjurer Mimic the training progress and needs of the Apprentices and Invokers. There were potential improvements to the Hall to be considered with Chronicler Elrianne, armor and talismans to be requisitioned with Minuette, and the Focusing Crystal to be charged by Conjurer Awlyn and her staff. When all of these tasks were done, Kaelinda met with Modera to review the notices about various errands or opportunities throughout the Broken Isles. They selected which errands they would do to fulfil the petition of the Emissary, then decided if they wanted to do any of the other errands, as well. The business of the Council frequently took up most of the morning.

Sometimes, Kaelinda went back to her rooms to take lunch by herself. Sometimes, she went to the Purple Parlor with other Mages from the Hall of the Guardian. Sometimes, she went to the Ledgerdemain Lounge with her Sin’dorei relatives. Occasionally, she went to the Filthy Animal with her Tauren friends. Despite the revolting name and the outrageous rumors about Chef Lon’gomba and Gnomes, the food there was really quite decent — provided you ordered something off of the establishment’s traditional menu. There were two new sections on the menu since Dalaran had moved to the Broken Isles: Pandarian cuisine and Broken Isles delicacies. Actually, the Pandarian cuisine was also decent, but anyone who dared to order something from the Broken Isles menu frequently got a badly burned mess.

After lunch, Kaelinda usually did one of two things. Either she and Edirah delved into the the vast library in the center of the Hall of the Guardian, hunting down more information about Felo’melorn, Aluneth, Ebonchill, and the Mages who’d wielded them, or she worked on sewing projects*** in her rooms. Today, she decided to embroider another section of the elaborate decorations on the Imbued Silkweave Robe she was making.

In the late afternoon or early evening, Kaelinda and Modera set out to fulfil the Emissary’s petition. When that task was completed, Kaelinda visited Shal’Aran and distributed Ancient Mana crystals to First Arcanist Thalyssra, Arcanist Valtrois, and Chief Telemancer Occuleth. Although she now understood, as she had not realized when she first met Runas the Shamed and the exiled Leyweaver, Lyndras, that the dependence of the Nightfallen on condensed forms of mana was because it was literally food to them — not quite the same thing as the subtle addiction of the Quel’dorei to the flow of mana from the Sunwell — chasing after Ancient Mana deposits while she was in Suramar still made her feel vaguely like she had become a mana-addict again by proxy. If she had the time and physical energy, she would ask Thalyssra what else she could do that day to help the Nightfallen. If not, she would retire to the Hall of the Guardian and spend the rest of the evening studying magic and practicing her spellwork+. It wouldn’t do, after all, to be outperformed by one of the other members of the Order of Tirisgarde the next time that Mimic requested that she participate in an exhibition duel for the benefit of the Apprentices…

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* Until just recently, I wasn’t certain what Kaelinda’s romantic status was. She’s begun hinting to me that she’s got a special male friend who lives in Silvermoon City, though where that relationship falls on the scale of “outwardly platonic, but desperately wishing for more” to “married with children”, she hasn’t told me yet (I suspect that it’s more toward the UST end).

** A cultured, thickened and strained, slightly sweetened dairy product intermediate in texture between yogurt and cream cheese; a regional specialty of Eversong Woods.

*** I have more or less always imagined that the 5 – 10 seconds it takes to craft an item in-game only represents putting the final, finishing touches on it. All the real work of the crafting — the preparation of materials, the shaping and assembly of pieces, the meticulous labor of fine detail work — is something that the character occupies herself with when she’s not busy questing — that is to say, when I’m offline.

+ Although I, the player, almost never spend time with the training dummies, I imagine that my characters do practice their skills and train themselves in new techniques regularly. One can’t stay skilled enough to remain capable of being the leader second-in-command of one’s Class Order if one rests on one’s laurels, after all.

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This story was brought to you by the challenge of the fortnight from Z & Cinder:

We want to read about a day in the life of your toon. This one is an opportunity to get as creative as you like. You can simply write about what you get up to in WoW each day. Or maybe you would write it like a diary entry from the point of view of your character, telling the story of their day to day life, going in to battle, fighting the Legion… it’s up to you!

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